Old Master Lin Feigns Illness

Fifteen minutes had passed since class ended, and Old Master Lin glanced at his watch, his brows furrowing deeply.

Still no sign of her coming to lunch.

Could it be that Qin Sheng wasn't planning to eat lunch?

His frown tightened into a severe knot. Skipping lunch? How could that be acceptable? Did she not fear starving herself?

Rising from the long stone bench, Old Master Lin decided to go directly to Qin Sheng's classroom—he had her schedule after all.

But before he could walk far, Qin Sheng appeared in his line of sight, glancing at her phone intermittently.

Old Master Lin's eyes brightened. Without hesitation, he sat down on the ground and began pounding his knee.

"Oh dear, these old bones can hardly move anymore," he wailed.

Several students from the Imperial Capital University passed by, hesitated as if wanting to help, but ultimately refrained for reasons unknown.